"Damn, it's true that men loving men is true love. Did Xuanyang bend the tough guy opposite him?"
Ji Mo exclaimed.
He also noticed that Cao Dabiao's expression was very off, and he even showed a shy expression.
A grown man being shy towards another man, what kind of nonsense is this?
"Come on, my darling!"
Seeing Xuanyang pounce forward, Cao Dabiao also moved to meet him, spreading his ape-like arms, intending to embrace Xuanyang.
He grinned, his face beaming with joy, and called Xuanyang "darling" in an incredibly mushy tone.
This one utterance of "darling" almost took Xuanyang's soul away.
To be called "darling" by a greasy brute with a face full of coarse flesh and a full beard, who could handle that?
"Shameless wretch, I'll beat you to death!"
Xuanyang's face flushed with shame, his eyes filled with anger. Runes erupted from his fair palm, striking directly at Cao Dabiao's chest.
*Bang!*
The spot where Cao Dabiao was hit erupted with an earthy yellow light, blocking Xuanyang's terrifying palm strike.
Although Xuanyang hadn't used his full strength, this angry palm strike still carried sixty percent of his power, yet it failed to inflict any substantial damage on Cao Dabiao.
Cao Dabiao gritted his teeth in pain. Although not injured, it still hurt a lot.
But pain from a blow was like love from a scolding.
He felt incredibly excited. With a forceful grab of his right hand, he actually wrapped it around Xuanyang's waist, intending to pull him into his embrace.
Xuanyang hadn't expected such a move to take advantage of him, and he was somewhat flustered.
"I am shameless, hit me! Hurry up and beat me to death!"
Cao Dabiao roared with laughter, his eyes lingering on Xuanyang's impossibly beautiful face, his heart filled with longing.
He then reached out his left hand towards Xuanyang's face, wanting to pinch that fair and translucent cheek.
"The times are changing, people's hearts are not as they used to be. This is an eyesore!"
The referee was a very conservative person and couldn't bear to watch. He quickly averted his gaze.
"Let go of that boy!"
Many cultivators watching from the sidelines were shouting in their hearts, filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could rush up and deal with Cao Dabiao to save Xuanyang.
Song Wei Qian suddenly turned to Ji Mo beside her and asked, "Do you think I'm more beautiful, or is Xuanyang more beautiful?"
"It's definitely Xuanyang."
Ji Mo didn't think much of it and blurted it out.
Although Song Wei Qian was extremely beautiful, her personality was too dominant and not gentle like flowing water, lacking femininity.
"Pah! As expected, you're just like this Cao Dabiao."
Song Wei Qian was so angry she gnashed her teeth, wishing she could bite Ji Mo.
She began to suspect if Ji Mo also had some peculiar fetish.
Xuanyang was about to go mad with anger.
Not only was he being hugged by the waist, but the other party was shamelessly trying to pinch his cheek. How could he tolerate this?
His blood and qi surged within him, and his eyes emitted a red glow.
Then, his entire body twisted, and in an instant, he broke free from Cao Dabiao's embrace.
He had to use a trace of his bloodline power, but it was very subtle, and he shouldn't have been discovered.
"You bastard, disgusting! Then I'll beat you to death."
Xuanyang was truly enraged. His figure appeared to Cao Dabiao's left, spiritual energy surging around him. His fist erupted with radiant light, striking towards Cao Dabiao's face.
"Your little fist is soft and weak, it can't hurt me."
Cao Dabiao was dismissive and arrogant. He didn't dodge, and instead, he repeated his previous tactic, reaching out to embrace Xuanyang.
His face was hit, and it immediately exploded, a mess of bloody flesh.
Xuanyang seized the opportunity and threw another punch, his palms continuously emitting red light, and terrifying power reverberated as he relentlessly pounded Cao Dabiao.
Having used a trace of his bloodline power, his attacks were completely different from before, capable of breaking through Cao Dabiao's physical defenses and inflicting great damage.
Cao Dabiao was greatly alarmed, not expecting the opponent's attack power to surge so dramatically, and he suffered a great loss.
He finally remembered to resist, yellow light emanating from his body as his physical strength began to recover, but it was too late.
Xuanyang gave him no chance.
In the end, Cao Dabiao screamed, his body sent flying horizontally, covered in fist and kick marks. An unknown number of his bones were broken, and even his internal organs were almost shattered.
If the referee hadn't intervened to stop the fight, Xuanyang might have truly beaten him to death.
The Ji Jia Academy was deathly silent, still unable to believe that Cao Dabiao had been defeated so easily.
The referee announced, "Third match, Lang Ya Academy wins. The score for this match is three to zero. The victor is Lang Ya Academy."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone at Ji Jia Academy was as if they had lost their parents.
They had never imagined that they would lose to Lang Ya, and this outcome was unbearable for them.
In the distance.
Tang Heng was dumbfounded.
He couldn't understand how Ji Jia could be defeated by Lang Ya, let alone with a score of zero to three. It was too unexpected.
Immediately, his expression turned very grim.
Ji Jia's defeat meant that Lang Ya had won the bet placed at the Tang family's gambling house.
Thinking of the odds of one to ten thousand, Tang Heng's eyes rolled back, and he nearly fainted on the spot.
"Your Lang Ya actually won, that's amazing!"
Even though they had witnessed the entire match, those academy elders still felt it was unreal.
They had been in the same boat, struggling, so how did Lang Ya suddenly become so strong?
"It's mainly because Ji Jia Academy conceded. We just managed a lucky narrow victory."
Ji Mo was very low-key, not becoming arrogant due to the victory, nor taking the opportunity to mock Ji Jia Academy.
The academy elders chuckled. What a load of nonsense, a "lucky narrow victory." If it were in the past, they might have believed it.
But just a short while ago, they had witnessed Ji Mo personally tell his students not to be too sharp, and that a narrow victory was sufficient.
All signs indicated that Lang Ya Academy was very likely hiding its true strength.
Facing Ji Jia Academy, ranked thirty-ninth, and still daring to conceal their abilities, how strong was Lang Ya Academy's true strength?
They were filled with curiosity and wanted to know the truth.
Seeing this, Song Wei Qian quickly said, "Esteemed elders, our three students have expended a great deal of energy and need to return to recuperate properly for tomorrow's matches. We shall take our leave for now."
She took her leave decisively and led the group away.
Exiting the central plaza, these individuals were incredibly excited and hurried towards the Tang family's gambling house.
...
Tang Family.
At this moment, the Tang family patriarch, Tang Qian, was hosting a grand banquet. Accompanied by several core members of the Tang family, he was warmly entertaining a distinguished guest.
"Third Master, for the maintenance of the Red Zhang City guardian array this time, we will be entirely reliant on you. Tang offers you this toast."
Tang Qian raised his wine cup and drank it down in one gulp.
Recently, for some unknown reason, many volcanoes near Red Zhang City that had been dormant for many years had become active again, erupting continuously.
To prevent any accidents, Tang Qian felt it was necessary to maintain the guardian array.
Coincidentally, a formation master from the Eastern Region had arrived in Red Zhang City.
Therefore, Tang Qian hosted him with great hospitality, inviting him to lend his expertise.
"Patriarch Tang is too kind. This old man will do his utmost."
The elder addressed as Third Master also finished his drink and did not put on airs, conversing cordially with Tang Qian.
Third Master hailed from the Seven Fiends Alliance in the Eastern Region. His arrival in Red Zhang City was not coincidental but was at the instruction of Sun Zhi.
This trip, he had a hidden purpose.